Blood Father Page #4

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[RADIO CHATTER]

They're everywhere.

We're gonna need a new ride.

Okay, I really shouldn't do this,

but room 103's open,

they won't see if you take the back door.

Here. I didn't see you, you didn't see me.

And you're the sweetest person

that I never met.

[GRUNTS]

[KEYS JINGLING]

[OFFICER 1]

Grab the VIN. We'll call it in.

[OFFICER 2] All right.

They're gonna impound the Nova.

- Dad.

- Yeah.

What's jail like?

- It's like summer camp.

- I'm serious.

Yeah, they got a big swimming pool.

If you're good, they let you ride a pony.

The cocksucker told 'em.

They're gonna search every room.

Do they protect people?

They're going into that room we were in.

Like if somebody was after me,

would they make sure I was okay?

Like a special cage, or something?

Yeah, that's called PC.

It's for snitches and celebrities.

Yeah, maybe you'll be both.

- [BANGING ON DOOR]

- Police! Open up!

I can't get caught, Dad. I won't make it.

Yeah, I know.

You stick with me,

I'm not going back either, okay?

[GUNSHOTS FIRING]

[GROANS]

Who the f*** is in there? Go! Go, go, go!

[GRUNTS]

Who the f*** is that?

Dad! Dad, Dad, Dad!

- [ENGINE STRUGGLING]

- I haven't done this in a long time.

Oh, f***!

- Oh, my God! Dad!

- [C*CKS GUN]

Lower your weapon!

[CAR ALARM BLARING]

Dad! Dad!

Oh, my God! Dad!

Come on! Hurry!

[ENGINE STARTS]

[TIRES SCREECHING]

Go, go, go!

What the f*** was that?

Our first family car,

and now we gotta dump it.

That guy with the ink all over his face?

That wasn't some gangbanger, baby.

That was a sicario. Cartel soldier.

Used to hittin' cops and judges.

This boyfriend you killed?

I heard the whole goddamn love story,

now, what's his name?

[DIALING TONE]

[CELLPHONE VIBRATING]

[WHISTLES]

Going on a year out of the joint,

and here I am in a truck full of Mexicans.

[SPEAKING SPANISH]

How do you spend your entire life

in the California penal system

and not speak any Spanish?

What do you mean by that?

[SPEAKING SPANISH]

- What, you organizing a f***ing union?

- What do you have against them?

Nothing.

Well, okay.

Okay, well, they come up here,

they're illegal and they take my job.

Ah. So, you pick oranges for a living?

Nope, but I'm sure someone does.

Nope, not true.

In fact, I bet you that no white person

has ever picked a piece of fruit

off of a tree, ever.

- What about Eve?

- Eve was not white.

Oh, f***.

What? You think that

the Garden of Eden was in Norway?

[LINK] Okay.

[GRUNTS]

Here.

[MEN SPEAKING IN SPANISH]

I gotta ask about somebody inside here,

so you just wait.

This is a bar, Dad.

You're the one who needs a chaperone.

I'll be fine, just stay out here.

[ROCK MUSIC PLAYING]

She ain't 21, boss.

I'm looking for a guy named Tom Harris,

people used to call him "Preacher."

He still come here?

Look, I'm an old buddy of his,

I'm just trying to hook up with him again.

Does this look like a dating service?

Good enough for me.

What'll you have?

She's having water.

He lived in the foothills, last I heard.

One of the originals, Fontana chapter.

[DIALING TONE]

So, then the flea wakes up and he's back

in the Hell's Angels mustache...

Kirby, I'm in a bar.

[KIRBY] Oh, John.

Well, that's not the worst of it.

There's some serious f***ing people

tailing us and I don't know how.

[MEN LAUGHING]

What does the guy say?

Look at that ass car go.

This f***ing kid's a carnival, man.

She's every loser's lucky day.

Look, I'm goin' to Preacher's.

I'm heading there.

[KIRBY] John, I felt like you were

the first person I really helped.

That's the God's honest truth.

Well, yeah, I know.

Look, I'm not dying, Kirb.

I'm just in El Centro.

Look, tell me where you are, give me

an address, I'm gonna come get you.

[ALL LAUGHING]

I'll call you back, okay?

[KIRBY] Wait, John, no.

Excuse me, buddy.

- Easy, boss.

- Oh, my...

What is the matter?

God!

You pulled my arm out of its socket.

- What? Are you relapsing?

- What, you wanna talk, talk here.

- Away from those animals.

- Okay. Look.

I've been thinking and I have a plan.

I know that it's a crime

not to report a crime,

but other than that, what have you done?

I mean, that warrant is for me.

You could go home.

You could just tip

the trailer back and voila.

I don't have to take you down with me.

I was talking to these guys

and I think that I can

cross the border at Otay Mesa.

Pretty little white chick down in Tijuana,

with no money and a price on her head.

Now that's a hell of a plan, Lydia.

You don't think

I could take care of myself?

Hell, no. Not even in this dump here,

let alone in Guadalajara

or some other turd factory down south.

Within a week, you'll be turning tricks.

That is the most insulting thing

that anybody has ever said to me.

Well, I bet it's not.

How else are you gonna make money?

Look, look, kid. I'm just...

I'm just trying to help you

think straight, all right?

I know what it's like to have

the sh*t come down on you, okay?

People get caught when they make mistakes

and I just don't want you

to do anything stupid, okay?

About all I know is running.

You spent nine years in prison.

How the f*** is that running?

Okay, surviving.

I just wanted you to go back

to your little place

and not have to do any more time.

I'm a murderer, Dad.

Yeah, I know you are, kid.

And you'll face God for it and so will I.

But not yet.

You let me let you in on a little secret.

I haven't had so much fun since I was 15,

stole a car and drove to Miami Beach.

This sh*t's a party to a dirtbag like me.

So, stop feeling sorry for yourself

and start listening.

This buddy of mine, he's rich,

he's got connections and he owes me.

Now, he'll help us if I can find out

where he is, I don't know.

And these skid-marks over here,

they know but they're not talkin' and...

I got the address.

[CHUCKLING]

Thank you!

Gonna hop up through there.

There's a lot of firepower around here,

but there's a lot of bullshit, too.

Here, hop through here.

- [IMITATES ELECTRIC BUZZING]

- [SCREAMS]

F*** you. That's not funny.

More bullshit?

No, those are probably real.

Follow me.

[LAUGHS]

Coming.

[HORSE NEIGHING]

[CHICKEN CLUCKING]

- Son of a b*tch.

- That's me.

- So, they let you out.

- This is my daughter.

They do grow up, don't they?

Well, you might as well go on

inside the hangar and say hi to him.

Careful, you don't

give him a heart attack.

[LYDIA] One of those yours?

Yeah, in another life.

F***.

[KEYS CLACKING]

Hey.

Be with you in a minute.

Let me just finish up here.

Well. I expected you two years ago.

Yeah, stingy parole board,

you know how it is.

It's my daughter, Lydia.

You're kidding.

Lee, I knew you when you were just a pup.

- How are you, sweetie?

- I'm fine, thanks.

- Yeah.

- Mmm-hmm.

Still backing the losers, I see.

Nazis and Confederates.

Yeah, yeah, all losers make me money.

Let me show you around.

[BOARD DINGING]

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